Is it so difficult to become a marquis for meritorious service?
I, Zhang Bu, am going to be killed before my ambition is fully realized?
Pei Zheng had already dodged aside at this time, his face was livid, and his heart was filled with shame and anger.
What a shame, what a shame. What a shame.
He felt humiliated not because he was a fourth-grade monk but was almost beheaded by a fifth-grade monk, but because he was a dignified Zhou sect monk and a member of the dignified Hedong Pei family, but he was almost beheaded by a member of the humble family in public.
It's just that he was so angry, but he still kept thinking in his heart that he was a member of the Zhou sect, and it was not in line with the nobles of the Zhou sect to besiege the opponent with others, let alone besiege a poor sect?
Pei Zheng almost broke his steel teeth while still trying to maintain his previous Zhou sect demeanor.
As expected, the humble family has no bottom line and no rules at all.
The number one among the nine ranks of Zhongzheng is indeed the one with the most wisdom.
Pei Zheng actually had a glimpse of the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng System in this environment.
It's just that at this moment, he had already forgotten how to give Huangfu Fu and others a stick of incense under the city wall.
For nobles like Pei Zheng and other Zhou sects, even if they fight to the death, they have to follow the rules and do it one-on-one. From childhood to adulthood, all of this seems to be engraved in the bones of these Zhou sect disciples. Because if you don't follow these rules among the aristocrats, your reputation will spread among the aristocrats immediately. As for the consequences, they are obviously obvious. Rating grade, definitely not Zhou. If you are not of good rank, you will not be able to hold important court positions, and you will not be able to inherit the title of your family. For many aspiring nobles of the Zhou clan, the consequences would be worse than death.
So, Guo Mo and Zhang Bu were gnashing their teeth and going back and forth like two ferocious beasts fighting for life and death, but Pei Zheng did not order everyone to swarm up and capture Zhang Bu.
He was even hesitating about one thing in his heart: If Zhang Bu defeated Guo Mo, would he have to let Zhang Bu leave according to the rules among nobles?
But in the blink of an eye, he thought of something else, and the confusion in his heart disappeared.
Yes, this is not a personal grudge, it involves the answer to King Zhao's rebellion. If Zhang Bu defeated Guo Mo, it would not be considered a violation of the rules to send another person.
Pei Zheng himself didn't bother to take action. The members of the Pei family in Hedong, a dignified family, actually wanted to challenge a poor family member in a one-on-one fight. When the general was announced, they were laughed at by the people from the Zhou family.
That's what he thought, but the few soldiers who stayed with Guo Mo every day didn't think so. The sword has no eyes, that is, the skill is superior to the opponent. There should not be too many examples of being killed by the opponent without paying attention.
The bamboo pole Hou San had already taken a short crossbow in his hand at some point. The arrows on the short crossbow were already in place. With a cruel sneer on his lips, he raised the crossbow with his left hand, letting the rear of the crossbow move. She put her end on his shoulder, tilted her head, and took a look with her eyes. Seeing the opportunity, he shouted softly: "Hit!" At the same time, his right hand released the handle of the short crossbow.
"Bang." With a sound, the short crossbow with an iron arrow flashed through a black light and shot directly in the direction of Zhang Bu's changing figure.
"Ah!" Zhang Bu screamed loudly, and Hou San's crossbow arrow was fast and accurate, hitting his thigh hard. Although he instinctively contracted his thigh muscles as soon as the arrow pierced into the muscle, the power of the crossbow was very strong. The crossbow arrow still drilled through the tight and strong muscles without mercy, and penetrated deeply, blood red. Blood immediately seeped out along the tip of the arrow and the scissor shaft, causing Zhang Bu to cry out in pain.
He was hit by an arrow in the leg. Not only did he stagger, the leg where the arrow was hit involuntarily bent his knees, and he was already half-kneeling on the ground. At the same time, the movements of his hands also became somewhat deformed. Guo Mo was such an experienced monk. He looked for an opening, struck the thick-backed sword in his hand, and then swung Zhang Bu's long sword around. This time, Zhang Bu's whole body was exposed.
"Huh." After the thick-backed sword struck the long sword, it turned into a black light from top to bottom and slashed down diagonally. Zhang Bu tilted his head in pain and watched the sword strike, knowing that there was no way to hide and block it. Unstoppable, a strong unwillingness surged in my heart.
I'm just a little short of being done.
I'm just a little short of winning the title of Marquis.
The long sky, how can you treat me less favorably?
"I'm not willing to give in!" Zhang Bu yelled without closing his eyes, his red eyes filled with craziness as he watched Guo Mo chop off his head with the big knife.
With a muffled "thud" sound, Guo Mo twisted the blade at the last moment when the big knife struck Zhang Bu's neck, and hit Zhang Bu hard on the head with the back of the knife. With this blow, Zhang Bu immediately turned into a rolling gourd, and his eyes suddenly turned black. Everything in the outside world seemed to disappear, and he could neither see nor hear.
"Get this person for me." Pei Zheng said calmly at this time, and at the same time, he put the long sword in his hand, which was already sweating, back into the scabbard.
Hou San and others had obviously been cooperating for a long time. Before Pei Zheng finished speaking, those people had already taken the rope in their hands and rushed over. With three strokes, they tied Zhang Bu Wuhua, who had been knocked unconscious, to a rope for more than a week. on top of wooden pillars.
They were fighting so lively above, and Huangfu Fu and others below were so discerning that people immediately started shouting and cheering.
Zhang Lin, the chief official of King Zhao, had an idea and rode on his horse to face the city wall and shouted: "Queen Jia rebelled against the prince and killed the prince. We came to the city on King Zhao's order to clear the emperor and depose Queen Jia. His Highness King Zhao has an order, No matter who, regardless of whether they were part of Empress Jia's party in the past, as long as they surrender now, they can forget the blame. But if they insist on going their own way and follow Empress Jia's rebellion, they will be guilty of conspiracy. The soldiers on the wall, no matter who they are, as long as they can open the city gate, they can do it. Fengtinghou!"
Before Zhang Lin finished speaking, Zhang Bu had been knocked to the ground by Guo Mo, and in the blink of an eye he was tied to the wooden pillar specially used for beheadings on the city wall. Zhang Lin, Huangfu Fu and others suddenly looked at each other. stand up.
The Shangluo City Wall is so majestic that if you don't open the door, you can't attack it by force no matter what.
Pei Zheng looked at Zhang Bu who was tied to the pillar with his head drooped and motionless as if he was dead. When he heard Zhang Lin's shouting outside the city wall, he couldn't help but sneer. Pei Zheng was very satisfied that Guo Mo did not behead Zhang Bu immediately. If he were not afraid of damaging the morale of the army, he would have almost exhaled before Guo Mo saw Zhang Bu's neck.
Morale can only be boosted but not deflated.
Pei Zheng, a descendant of the Zhou family, has been familiar with military literature since he was a child, so he naturally understands this. If Guo Mo had killed Zhang Bu at that time, Pei Zheng would not have said anything, even if he would have felt very sorry. In the face of a formidable enemy, Pei Zhengxingbai should try his best to mobilize his positive emotions for a right-hand man like Guo Mo, instead of stopping him at every turn and thereby affecting the other party, making the other party shrink back in his subsequent actions. .
Pei Zheng has the style of a famous general. This was a comment Wang Yan made to Pei Zheng back then.
Pei Zheng was very arrogant, but he always hid this arrogance well in front of his sergeants. He also didn't like dealing with these sergeants from ordinary backgrounds, but he had always been able to get along with these people. In the eyes of these ordinary sergeants, Captain Pei is famous for being approachable.
Even though Zhang Bu suddenly made an assassination attempt just now, Pei Zheng was so shocked that he forgot to dodge, but in the eyes of the sergeants around him, many people took it for granted that Captain Pei was bolder in this matter, and they were sure that Guo Mo would stop Zhang Bu. That sword.
What they were thinking was: Tsk, tut, tut, Captain Pei deserves to be from a Zhou family, his demeanor is indeed so elegant and refined.
"Wow." A basin of cold water was poured on his head, and Zhang Bu, who was almost in a coma, woke up with a jolt.
Pei Zheng looked at the so-called Three Heroes of Hongdu leisurely, with both anger and appreciation in his eyes.
What makes him angry is that this person almost allowed himself to be humiliated for the first time in his life.
What I admire is that this person is so brave and courageous without caring about his own life.
Pity. Pei Zheng sighed in his heart. If a hero like this were placed in the army, he would definitely be a capable general in the Jin Dynasty in the future, but he didn't want to die by his own sword today.
But today he couldn't be spared.
Pei Zheng thought to himself, let alone the people in Shangluo, even his own military men, most of them would be angry with Empress Jia, and even more would sympathize with the prince. What's more, Zhang Lin had just loudly promised a heavy reward to lure these ordinary soldiers.
hateful! Pei Zheng couldn't help but get angry when he thought of this. When will you, Zhang Lin, be able to promise the imperial court's rewards and knighthoods on your behalf?
Not to mention you Zhang Lin, the Duke of Tinghou, even King Zhao is not qualified to make such a promise.
Since ancient times, this kind of title can only be granted by the emperor or the imperial court.
At the thought of this, Pei Zheng couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.
These people, you are committing a crime. You are trying to destroy the Jin system.
Everyone said that Shen Xiu and Zhang Lin, King Zhao's right-hand men, were the most evil villains, and they were the most willing to disregard all customs and systems in order to achieve their own goals. Looking at it today, it is indeed the case.
People from poor families should not occupy the positions of the Three Lords and Nine Ministers. This is a sentence that the second-grade purple-clothed cultivator of their Pei family often talks about.
He had always disapproved of this, and he often retorted secretly in his mind: Zhang Hua and Zhang Sikong also came from a poor family. But with his talents, abilities, and moral standards, he was a role model for the monks of the Jin Dynasty.
Zhang Hua and Zhang Sikong are an example. Pei Zheng sighed in his heart at this moment. Most of these people from poor families really only recognize benefits and do not recognize rules.
At this moment, Zhang Bu's head seemed so important.
Pei Zheng needed to chop off Zhang Bu's head to shock his ordinary soldiers. A war is imminent, and killing people to establish prestige is the most common method. Pei Zheng was originally unwilling to use this method, but now he had to use it.
"Zhang Bu, do you have any last words to say?" Pei Zheng had made up his mind and asked coldly without any emotion in his tone.
"Last words?" Zhang Bu, whose head was still dripping with blood, was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he tried to raise his head. It's just that the pillar behind him blocked it emotionlessly, so he could only stare straight at it. He struggled a few times and found that the struggle was so weak and useless.
He could no longer feel pain, or even despair. What he could feel was still unwillingness.
"Zhang Bu only regrets that he could not behead the head of the school captain. These are my last words, Zhang Bu." When he said this, blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth. At this time, he was covered in blood from head to toe. Most of it came from his own body, including the classmate named Liu whose head he chopped off. On his head, mouth, and thighs, the eye-catching blood red stained his originally beautiful and clean brocade robe.
As soon as he opened his mouth, there suddenly seemed to be countless words in his stomach that he wanted to say, and he continued to speak loudly: "Sir, Captain, Zhang Bu, I will go first, but I am afraid that Sir, you will be here soon. I think you are too, Sir." You know what you are doing, who is still on the side of Empress Jia in Shangluo? Mr. Xiaowei is such a talented person, why do you insist on guarding this city gate for Empress Jia? Zhang Bu's parents died young, how can he make it to this day? , these are all the grace of the imperial court and the emperor of the Jin Dynasty. If you receive a little kindness from others, you should repay it with springs. Zhang Bu is not from a Zhou family. Zhang Bu is just a son of a poor family, and he has nothing. I am a relative of the family and do not have a manor title. But I have a heart of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. Now that Empress Jia is here, everyone will kill her. Not to mention one life of Zhang Bu, but ten or eight lives. What do I have to do with it? Rare? A real man should act with integrity, know how to repay kindness, be loyal to the king, and filial to his parents. I, Zhang Bu, died in a royal affair today, why should I regret it? I am afraid of you, the captain, for the sake of the Empress Jia. You are going against the grain, you can kill me, Zhang Bu, but you can also kill all the people in Shangluo who want to kill Empress Jia?"
"Bold, what nonsense!" Pei Zheng was furious after hearing Zhang Bu's words, and shouted sternly, "Guo Mo, cut off this man's head, I will use him to sacrifice the flag."
"Yes, sir!"
Guo Mo, who had been standing aside for a long time, suddenly swung out his knife. A human head rolled cleanly to the ground with the extremely sharp blade, and a stream of blood spurted out from the broken cavity.
The rising sun that had just risen from the east just tore through the morning glow on the horizon. The sunlight shone down and shone on the blood, revealing a trace of desolate beauty.
Everyone was stunned.
Zhang Bu was stunned.
Guo Mo's sword actually cut off the head of the unsuspecting City Gate Captain Pei Zheng.
The Crown Prince of Zhao, Huangfu Fu, was riding on his Zhou Da horse, which was covered in charcoal, and stopped beside the suspension bridge that had been lowered. He raised his head and looked at the head that had just been hung on the city wall. The blood on the head had not yet completely dried. A drop of blood was blown by the wind and scattered into countless small dots. Huangfu Fu felt a slight chill on his face. He knew that it was Pei Zheng's blood spilled on his face.
He didn't wipe it.
This man had been drinking and chatting with me two days ago. This man was personable and experienced. The two have known each other for more than ten years. They both value each other's talents and character very much and regard each other as close friends.
And now the head of this close friend is hanging on the city wall this week, and the eyes that were full of wisdom in the past have long lost any sparkle at this time.
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